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Copyright.  1905.  by  A.  E.  Wilcox 


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*Cinde:$eddh-s- 

NCE  upon  a  time  there  lived 
upon  the  borders  of  fairy-land 
a  gentleman  and  his  wife  who 
had  an  only  child,  a  little 
daughter.  When  the  baby 
was  christened,  as  the  lady  was  a  great 
favourite  with  the  fairies,  a  powerful  fairy  be- 
came its  God-mother.  Poor  little  Ella  (for 
this  was  the  name  they  gave  her)  was  soon 
left  without  a  mother,  but  her  father,  a  year 
or  two  after  his  wife's  death,  thinking  he 
could  not  take  proper  care  of  his  motherless 
child,  married  again.  His  second  wife 
was  a  widow  with  two  grown-up  daughters, 
and     they,     being    proud     and     selfish,    and 


CINDERELLA. 

jealous  of  their  young  and  beautiful  step- 
sister, because  everybody  loved  her,  made 
matters  very  unpleasant  for  her.  They  gave 
poor  Ella  no  nice  clothes,  nor  toys,  nor 
books,  but,  as  she  grew  older,  made  her  do 
the  work  of  a  servant  for  them  ;  and  because 
when  tired  out  she  would  sit  in  the  chimney 
corner  amongst  the  cinders  these  cruel 
sisters  nick-named  her  Cinderella.  Her 
father  now  seemed  to  take  little  or  no  notice 
of  her,  and  she  felt  as  if  she  had  not  a  friend 
in  the  world.  While  her  step-sisters  were 
richly  dressed,  and  went  to  balls  and  parties, 
poor  Cinderella  was  kept  out  of  sight  and 
ordered  to  sweep  the  rooms,  clean  the  grates, 
or  wash  the  dishes,  and  was  seldom  allowed 
to  go  out  to  enjoy  herself;  Now  one  evening 
when  Cinderella  was  grown  up,  though  still 
very  young,  an  invitation  came  for  a  grand 
party  to  be  given  in  honour  of  the  Prince's 
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CINDERELLA. 

Whilst  brushing  their  hair  and  helping 
them  to  dress,  the  poor  girl  could  not  help 
saying,  "  I  wish  I  were  going  too  ;  "  but  her 
step-sisters  laughed  at  the  idea  of  a  scullery 
maid,  as  they  called  her,  going  to  a  royal  ball. 
Cinderella  bore  these  cruel  words  patiently 
until  after  they  were  gone,  when  she  sat  down 
by  the  kitchen  fire  and  cried  bitterly.  Just 
as  she  was  thinking  of  her  dear  kind  mamma 
who  used  to  love  her,  she  was  surprised  and 
a  little  alarmed  to  hear  a  voice  close  beside 
her  say,  "  Do  not  cry,  Cinderella  ;  I  am  come 
to  help  you."  Suddenly  looking  up,  she  saw 
an  old  lady  with  a  magic  wand  standing  near 
her. 

'  Cinderella,"  said  her  visitor,  "  I  am  your 
fairy  God-mother,  and  I  mean  you  to  go  to 
the  ball  to-night  ;  obey  me,  and  all  will  be 
well.  Just  run  into  the  garden  and  find  me 
a  pumpkin."  As  it  was  a  fine  moonlight 
night  Cinderella  soon  found  a  large  one,  with 


CINDERELLA. 

which  she  hastened  back.  The  fairy  touched 
it  with  her  magic  wand,  and  it  instantly 
turned  into  a  grand  coach. 

"  Now,"  said  she,  'go  and  find  me  six 
mice."  The  trap  happened  to  contain  just 
that  number,  and,  alter  a  touch  with  the 
wand,  the  six  mice  at  once  became  six  fine 
spirited  cream-coloured  horses. 

"  Now,"  said  the  iairy,  '  look  in  the  rat- 
trap,  and  bring  me  a  rat."  The  astonished 
girl  ran  to  the  barn,  and  soon  returned  with  a 
fine  one.  A  touch  of  the  wand  changed 
this  into  a  fat  coachman  m  ororgeous  livery. 

"  Now,"  said  the  lain-  God-mother,  "  look 
behind  the  watering  pot  in  the  garden,  and 
you  will  find  two  lizards."  These,  being 
brought,  changed  at  a  touch  into  two  tall 
footmen,  also  in  rich  liveries,  who  mounted 
behind  the  carnage.  Her  coach  beino-  now 
drawn    up   the    door,     (See   the  frontispiece) 


CINDERELLA. 

Cinderella  was  next  touched  with  the  magic 
wand,  and  her  working  clothes  instantly 
became  a  splendid  ball  dress  ;  while  her  worn 
shoes  turned  into  a  beautiful  pair  of  glass 
slippers. 

"  Now,"  said  the  fairy,  "  go  to  the  palace 
and  enjoy  yourself;  but  be  sure  you  leave 
the  ball  before  the  clock  strikes  twelve.  If 
you  disobey  me  your  fine  dress  will  become  a 
ragged  one  again  ;  your  coach  will  again  be- 
come a  pumpkin  ;  your  coachman  a  rat  ;  your 
footmen  lizards  ;   and  your  horses  mice." 

Cinderella  gratefully  thanked  her  God- 
mother, promised  obedience,  and,  stepping 
into  her  carriage,  drove  off  in  high  glee  to  the 
palace.  When  her  splendid  coach  dashed 
up  to  the  palace  gates  the  attendants  thought 
it  must  be  some  great  foreign  Princess  who 
had  arrived  ;  therefore,  receiving  a  special 
message, 


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CINDERELLA. 

Feeling  just  a  little  shy,  but  very  happy, 
Cinderella  passed  up  the  grand  staircase ; 
through  the  state  chambers,  adorned  with 
lovely  statuary,  splendid  mirrors,  costly  pic- 
tures, and  tropical  plants  of  rare  grace  and 
beauty;  until  at  length  she  found  herself 
pacing  the  polished  floor  of  the  gilded  ball- 
room. Her  appearance  at  once  caused  a 
flutter  of  curiosity  amongst  the  brilliant 
assemblage.  Every  one  wondered  who  this 
fair  young  stranger  could  be.  Even  amid 
this  dazzling  scene  her  wonderful  beauty, 
and  the  richness  of  her  dress,  made  her  the 
observed  of  all  observers.  Cinderella  had 
not  been  many  minutes  in  the  room  before 
she  saw  her  two  cross  sisters,  who  had 
of  course  arrived  a  little  earlier ;  but  they 
did  not  know  her  in  her  fine  dress. 
Like  all  the  other  guests  they  regarded  her 
as  some  strange  beautiful  princess  who 
had  come  in  state  to  the  ball. 

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CINDERELLA. 

and  would  afterwards  have  no  other  partner. 
Remembering  what  the  fairy  had  told  her,  Cin- 
derella had  resolved  not  to  stay  for  supper,  but 
managed  to  slip  away  just  as  the  clock  was  striking 
half-past  eleven.  She  found  her  coach  waiting  at 
the  gate.  When  her  sisters  returned,  she  was 
sitting  in  her  usual  place,  and  in  her  working 
dress.  They  told  her  that  a  charming  young 
Princess  had  come  in  state  to  the  Ball,  and  had 
disappeared  no  one  knew  when  ;  and  how  annoyed 
the  Prince  was,  and  anxious  to  find  out  who  she  was. 

Another  ball  was  to  be  given,  with  the  hope  that 
the  lovely  stranger  would  go  to  that  also. 

The  next  time  Cinderella  dressed  her  sisters  for 
the  royal  ball  she  was  in  good  spirits,  for  she  knew 
that  she  would  go  too.  And  so  it  happened.  The 
fairy  again  appeared,  and  sent  her  God-daughter  as 
before ;  at  the  same  time  praising  her  obedience 
and  saying,  "Mind  you  leave  before  twelve  to-night 
also."  Again  the  Prince  would  scarcely  leave  her 
side,  and,  as  she  was  becoming  a  little  spoiled  by 
all  this  admiration  and  flattery,  she  began  to  think 
more  of  herself,  and  less  of  the  promise  to  the  fairy. 


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CINDERELLA. 

At  that  moment  the  clock  struck  twelve  ; 
and,  as  the  last  stroke  rang  out  on  the  clear 
night  air,  she  found  herself  again  in  her 
working  dress  ;  and,  rushing  out  into  the 
moonlight,  she  was  just  in  time  to  see  her 
coach  roll  away  as  a  pumpkin,  the  rat  and 
mice  run  squeaking  away,  followed  by  the 
lizards,  and  she  had  to  return  home  alone 
and  on  foot.  As  soon  as  the  Prince  found 
out  she  was  gone,  he  sent  down  to  ask  the 
guards  if  they  had  seen  the  beautiful  Princess 
leave ;  but  they  assured  him  that  no  one 
had  passed  out  of  the  palace,  but  a  poor  girl 
who  looked  more  like  a  beggar  than  a 
Princess. 

Then  the  Prince  himself  began  to  search 
for  her ;  and  at  last,  on  the  grand  staircase, 
he  found  the  brilliant  little  glass  slipper 
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CINDERELLA. 

"  Lor,''  said  he,  "  no  other  lady  has  such 
a  little  foot ;  only  my  Princess  could  put 
it  on. ' 

When  the  sisters  came  home  they  of  course 
told  Cinderella  this  strange  story  of  the 
Princess's  second  disappearance,  and  also 
that  it  was  reported  that  the  Prince  loved 
her  so  much  that  he  declared  he  would 
never  marry  any  one  else. 

The  proclamation  caused  much  stir  in  the 
province. 

Oi  course  the  ladies  of  the  court  circle 
all  hastened  to  the  palace  to  try  the  slipper 
on,  but  without  success ;  then  the  ladies 
from  the  counties  tried,  but  they  could  not 
put  it  on  ;  next  the  ladies  from  the  towns 
tried,  but  it  was  of  no  use.  After  many 
amusing  attempts  they  all  had  to  give  it 
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CINDERELLA. 

But,  in  spite  of  all  their  efforts  to  get  a  foot 
into  it,  to  the  intense  amusement  ol  the 
attendants,  and  to  their  own  disappointment, 
it  was  of  course  absurdly  too  small  lor  them. 
When  all  attempts  to  find  the  owner  seemed 
fruitless,  at  the  Prince's  request,  the  enquiry 
was  made,  "Is  there  anyone  else  amongst 
those  present  who  would  like  to  try?"  In  the 
crowd  of  bystanders  who  had  obtained 
admission  to  the  palace  to  watch  the  trial 
was  Cinderella.  Modestly  stepping  forward, 
she  begged  permission  to  try  her  fortune. 
Her  sisters  laughed,  and  ridiculed  the  idea  of 
Cinderella  being  able  to  wear  the  slipper  of  a 
beautiful  Princess;  but  the  Prince,  who  seemed 
to  think  her  eyes  were  familiar  to  him, 
laughingly  said,  "  Oh  !  let  her  try,  and  Cinder- 
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CINDERELLA. 

The  surprise  and  annoyance  of  her  step- 
sisters may  be  imagined.  After  joyfully 
exclaiming,  "  This  must  be  my  Princess,"  the 
Prince  desired  the  young  girl  to  explain  her 
present  disguise  ;  and  Cinderella  told  him  her 
story  simply  and  prettily.  As  she  ceased 
speaking  the  fairy  suddenly  appeared,  and 
saying,  "My  Prince,  this  fair  girl  is  worthy 
of  your  love,"  put  Cinderella's  hand  in  his, 
and  with  a  touch  of  her  wand  she  was  again 
slothed  in  her  enchanted  garments.  The 
Prince  reproached  Cinderella's  father  with  his 
gross  neglect  of  his  child,  and  would  have  had 
the  cruel  sisters  severely  punished  had  not 
Cinderella  begged  that  they  might  be  for- 
given. As  they  begged  her  pardon  for  their 
past  cruelty,  the  sweet  young  girl  treated  them 
so  kindly  that  they  were  made  to  feel  quite 
ashamed  of  their  past  conduct. 

The  Prince  insisted  upon  Cinderella  at 
once  becoming  his  bride,  and  his  father  and 
mother — the  King-  and  Oueen — were  glad  to 
receive  a  new  daughter  who  had  so  kind  and 
powerful  a  friend  as  the  fairy  God-mother. 


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CINDERELLA. 

It  was  a  grand  wedding-,  and  everybody 
was  pleased  ;  for  the  poor  as  well  as  the  rich 
had  o"ood  reason  to  remember  that  daw      The 

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people  said,  "Our  Princess  will  always  feel  for 
the  poor ;  for  she  knows  what  work,  and 
sorrow,  and  trials  are."     And  so  it  proved. 

Her  husband  loved  her  very  much  ;  and, 
in  memory  of  her  surprising  story,  kept 
amongst  the  crown  jewels  her  brilliant  little 
glass  slipper. 


THE    CHILDREN'S    QUEER   CHURNING. 

The  churn  stood  under  the  apple-tree,  behind  the  farm-house. 

It  was  shady  there,  and,  as  the  churn  had  a  handle  at 
each  end,  it  needed  twice  as  much    shade  as  a  one-handled  churn. 

Hattie  and  Esther  Somers  were  briskly  at  work  turning  the 
handles.  They  were  boarding',  with  their  mother,  at  Mr.  Hale's 
farm-house. 

"  B'r,  B'r,  B'r,"  went  the  churn,  and  the  laughter  of  the  little 
girls  mingled  with  it  and  made  a  pretty  song. 

"Isn't  it  funny?"  cried  Hattie,  and  both  laughed  harder  than 
ever. 

You  wouldn't  think  there  was  anything  funny  about  a  churn, 
if  you  had  to  make  the  butter.  What  could  it  be  that  so  pleased 
the  children  ? 

Two  blue-jays  flew  into  the  apple-tree  and  screamed  with  glee- 
Indeed  it  was  a  pretty  sight, —  Hattie  and  Esther  whirling  those 
handles  around. 

"Why,  children,  what  are  you  doing  ?  "  cried  Mamma  Somers, 
coming  from   the  house.     This   made  the  little  girls  laugh   again. 

"  I  guess  it's  most  done  now,"  replied    Esther. 

"What  is  most  done?"  asked   Mrs.  Somers. 

"  Let's  look  and  see,"  said  Hattie.  She  opened  the  lid  of  the 
churn.  Both  the  girls  were  in  quite  a  flutter.  There  was  some- 
thing strange  about  it. 

The  children  peeped  into  the  churn. 

"  Why,  it's  the  same  one ;  the  others  haven't  come ! "  cried 
Hattie,  and  both   looked  disappointed. 

A  yellow  butterfly  came  creeping  out  of  the  churn,  and  flew  away. 

"  Tommy  Dodd  told  a  fib,   I  do  believe,"  said   Esther,  sadly. 

"What   is  it,  my  dears?"  asked   Mamma  Somers. 

"Why,  he  was  churning,  and  he  told  us  he  was  making  but- 
terflies," replied   Hattie. 


THE     CHILDREN'S     SHEER     CHURNING. 


"Yes;  and  so  we  thought  we'd  try  to  make  some." 

The  children  looked  as  if  they  were  ready  to  cry;   but  for  all 


that  their  mother  sat  down  on  the 
woodpile  and  laughed  till  she  really 
cried. 

"Tommy  must  have  told  you 
he  was  making  the  butter  fly,  I 
think,"  she  said  at  last,  wiping  her 
eyes.  "  Real  butterflies  are  not 
made  in  a  churn.  They  come  from 
a  chrysalis." 

"  A  what  ?  "  cried  both  children. 
"Yes,  it's  a  hard  word;  but  this 
afternoon  we  will  hunt  after  one." 
They  found  a  fine  chrysalis 
before  night.  But  the  whole  family 
had  a  great  laugh  over  the  chil 
dren's  churning. 


THE    CHILDREN'S    QL'EER     CHURNING. 


THE    MAIL-CARRIER   AxND   THE    SQUIRREL. 

In  the  State  of  Maine  there  lives  a  man  who  is  very  fond  of 
dumb  animals.  His  -  business  was  to  take  the  mail  from  the 
station  to  the  post-office,  in  the  centre  of  the  town.  To  reach  the 
station  he  had  to  cross  a  river  in  a  small  boat,  and  then  walk 
along  on  the  shore  a  long  distance. 

One  day,  as  he  was  walking  along,  he  saw  a  little  squirrel 
running  beside  the  way.  On  returning  home  he  thought  of  the 
squirrel  and  put  a  handful  of  corn  into  his  pocket.  The  next  day, 
on  coming  to  the  place,  he  saw  the  squirrel  again.  Without 
appearing  to  notice  it  he  scattered  the  corn  along. 

The  squirrel  was  shy  at  first,  and  kept  some  distance  away, 
but  as  the  mail-carrier  passed  on  he  had  the  pleasure  of  seeing 
her  pick  up  the  corn. 

The  kind  man  repeated  this  each  day.  The  squirrel  would 
venture  a  little  nearer  each  time,  until  she  became  so  tame  that 
she  would  run  up  on  his  clothes  and  perch  on  his  shoulder, 
when  he  would  stop  and  hold  open  his  pocket,  and  she  would 
jump  into  it  and  eat  the  corn  there. 


THE     MAIL-CARRIER     A. YD      THE     SQUIRREL. 

She    had    a   nest    in    a    hollow  tree,  where  rested  three   pretty 
baby    squirrels.      After    a   while    she    took  them  to  meet  the  kind 


man  with  her.  He  fed  them  all,  with  much  pleasure,  for  several 
weeks;  then  he  was  called  away,  and  another  man  took  his 
place.  He  was  very  sorry  to  leave  the  squirrels,  they  had  beeu 
such  good  friends  for  many  months. 


Little  Maizie  Popcorn,  dressed  in  fleecy  white, 
Danced  on  the  cottage  hearth,  in  the  firelight ; 
Tripping,  skipping,  whirling,  —  what  a  merry  sight! 


Silly  Maizie  Popcorn,  —  vainer  none  could  be.  — 
Holding  out  her  skirts,  cried,  "  Where  is  one  like  me  ? ' 
Then  came  a  troop  of  them  just  as  fine  as  she. 

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THE     STORY    OF    MAIZIE    POPCORN. 

Yes  ;  a,  whole  assembly,  ready  to  begin, 
Scalloped  to  each  dainty  foot,  ruffled  to  the  chin, 
Courtesied  in  Paris  style  ;  now  away  they  spin. 

All  the  hearth  a  dancing-floor  ;  every  maid  a  belle ; 
Joyful  every  one  to  see  how  her  mates  excel ; 
While  a  waltz,  the  fire  played,  gently  rose  and  fell. 

Jealous  Maizie  Popcorn,  sulking,  drew  aside, 
Would  not  dance  another  step,  in  her  foolish  pride. 
"Mixed  society,"  she  said,  "she  could  not  abide." 

Angry  little  Popcorn  stood  too  near  the  blaze, 

Did  not  see  how  brown  she  grew,  lived  out  all  her  days, 

Turned  to  flame  an  instant;  passed  away  in  haze: 

Vanished  from  that  happy  hearth  —  and  the  fire  hissed ; 
In  that  melancholy  way  ceasing  to  exist; 
Naughty,  punished  Popcorn,  hardly  was  she  missed. 

LAVXNIA  S.  GOODWIK, 


THE    SLEEPY   GIANT. 


Belle  and  Cora  were  getting  sleepy;  but  their  mamma  did  not 
wish  to  have  them  retire  until  their  usual  bedtime.  She  gave  them 
a  picture-book ;  but  they  soon  got  tired  of  it,  and  their  heads  began 
to  droop. 

Their  papa  was  sitting  in  his  easy-chair,  reading  a  newspaper. 
As  he  glanced  across  the  table  and  saw  the  sleepy  look  on  his  little 
girls'  faces,  he  thought  he  must  do  something  to  drive  it  away.  He 
laid  aside  his  papers  and  called  them  to  him,  saying :  — 

"  Let  us  play  for  a  few  minutes."  Belle  and  Cora  were  wide 
awake  in  a  moment.  "  I  will  be  a  cross  old  giant,  and  fall  asleep  in 
my  chair.  If  any  little  girl  disturbs  me  she  must  be  careful  to  keep 
out  of  my  reach,  unless  she  wishes  to  be  shut  up  in  my  castle." 

He  leaned  back  in  his  chair  and  closed  his  eyes.  Both  little  girls 
crept  up  and  touched  him  on  the  hand.  He  seemed  fast  asleep.  Then 
they  shook  him  a  little,  and,  standing  on  tiptoe,  touched  his  cheek. 

All  at  once  his  eyes  opened,  and  he  sprang  at  them ;  but  they 
were  too  quick  for  him,  and  ran  off  laughing.     Then  the  old  giant 


LILTS    GARDEN. 


scolded  away,  to  the  amusement  of  his  little  disturbers,  who  felt  sure 
that  they  would  not  get  caught. 

Soon  he  was  asleep  again,  and  the  little  girls  crept  softly  to 
awaken  him.  But  this  time  they  were  caught.  He  must  have  been 
sleeping  with  one  corner  of  his  eye  open  ;  for,  as  the  little  girls  came 
creeping  up,  he  sprang  and  caught  them  both,  and  held  them  fast. 

He  then  told  them  of  the  dungeon  in  his  castle,  and  asked  how 
they  would  feel  when  they  got  there.  But  they  did  not  seem  at  all 
frightened,  and  before  long  bought  their  liberty  with  a  kiss. 

Mamma  then  came  and  took  them  off  to  bed,  feeling  happy,  if 
not  sleepy. 


:  was  only  a  little  piece  of  garden 

to  Lily's  home  in  the  city.      In 

t  spring  days  she  went  out  there, 

and  watched  to  see  if  any  flowers  came  up. 

She  felt  happy  when  she  found  the  first 

blades  of  grass. 

The  poet  sings  that  "  his  heart  dances  with  the  daffodils."  Lily's 
heart  danced,  one  morning,  when  she  found  a  dandelion  among  the 
grasses  in  her  yard,  —  a  real  yellow  dandelion,  with  all  its  golden 
petals  spread  out. 

Just  then  one  of  her  playmates  looked  over  the  fence,  and  put 
out  her  hand. 

"  Do  give  it  to  me,"  she  said.  "  I  shan't  like  you  a  bit  if  you 
don't.     I  shall  think  you  are  just  as  stingy  "  — 

"  But  it's  all  I  have,"  said  Lily ;  "  I  can't  give  it  away.  I  can't. 
Wait  till  to-morrow,  and  there'll  be  some  more  out.  They're  grow- 
ing.    There'll  be  some  all  round  to-morrow  or  next  week." 


LILT'S     GARDEN. 


"To-morrow!  I  want  it  now,  to-day,"  said  her  friend;  "to-day's 
better  than  to-morrow." 

Lily  looked  at  the  child  and  then  at  the  dandelion.  "I  suppose 
it  would  be  mean  to  keep  it,"  she  said;  "but  it  is  so  lovely  —  can't 
you  wait?  " 


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"  Oh,  well,  keep  it, 
you  stingy  girl !  " 
-"  Come   and    pick    it  yourself,  then,"   said    Lily,   with    tears  in 
rTer,  eyes. 

The  next  day,  when  Lily  went  into  the  yard,  there  were  a  dozen 
golden  dandelions,  like  stars  in  the  grass,  and  a  little  blue  violet 
was  blooming  all  alone  by  itself. 


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BLACKBERRYING. 


Over  the  fields  where  blackberries  straj, 
Two  little  maidens  are  rambling  to-day. 


Black  eyes  and  bine  eyes  bent  to  the  ground, 
Searching;  each  nook  whore  a  berry  is  found. 

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Little  brown  fingers  stained  to  the  tips ; 
Sweeter  than  berries  the  soft  rosy  lips. 

Gayly  they  chatter,  the  wee  maidens  sweet, 
Wild  rose  and  daisy  beneath  the  small  feet. 

Brown  curls  and  golden  almost  entwined, 
As  two  little  maidens  one  berry  must  find. 

Under  the  sunny  skies,  laugh  as  you  go 
Over  the  fields  where  the  blackberries   stow. 


LUCY   RANDOLPH  FLEMING. 


LAUGHING  AWAY  THE    RAIN. 


The  clouds  were  dark  and  heavy,  the  rain  came  pattering  down, 

And  Royal,  by  the  window,  gazed  out  with  pout  and  frown ; 

But,  as  I  looked,  all  quickly  his  face  grew  bright  with  joy. 

"  Mamma  says  smiles  are  sunbeams,"  mused  thoughtful  little  Roy, 

"And,  perhaps,  if  I  laugh  softly  the  big  drops  will  not  sia}'v 

For  sunshine  always  frightens  the  naughty  rain  away ! " 

I  smiled  to  hear  my  baby,  my  baby  man  so  wise, 

But,  ah  !    in  that  brief  moment  a  wonder  filled  my  eyes, 

For.  lo  !    a  quivering  sunbeam  stole  through  the  window-pane- 

u  Oh  !  oh  !  "  cried  Royal,  gayly  ;  "  Fve  laughed  away  the  rain  !  " 

EMMA  C.  DOW» 


CHIPPY    TOP-KNOT. 


RS.    Biddy    Top-Knot    had    twelve    fluffy,    downy    little 
chicks.      Each  one  of   the  twelve  had   yellow  feet  and 
yellow   bills,  and    each    one    looked    so    much    like    the 
other  eleven  that  you  could  not  tell  one  from  the  other. 
Mother    Biddy   knew   them  apart.      She   took    great    care   of 
them.     In    the   daytime    she   scratched    and    found    food    for  them, 


and  at  night  gathered 


them  under  her  wing. 


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very  good,  and  only 

trouble.     This 

name      was 


Biddy's  chicks  were 

one  gave  her  any 

little    chick's 

Chippy.  k:  "V 

Chippy  /  '  *  _  \  \  did  not  mean 
to  make  his  {■'.  ,'-'  '  ,p^.  W0lk  u  -----  V  '■■  mamma  un- 
happy, but  w  i  -."  ",_  W^^w^m^^^  ■  \  he  did  like 
to  have  his  s >;  :=  ;-./*'-„  r*5?^X7V;  ■*  '■]  own  way. 
When  Bid-                                :%{ |  ,    ~<x%^^^^^'-^  d  y    took 

her     brood                            ^  M-bS^^^^^'  ■  under     the 

fence     and          '  \          '■  '-"^^^^^S^^^H3*^^^-  '  '  into    the 

road      to        I V;^;:?[ ja^^gg^y^} $|  hunt   for 

bugs,  Chip-         V'.         f'<"'%             --■'"-      !'.--'.-■.     :  ;'|f  /  Py  was   a^" 

ways  sure     \wtim^::^©^'  to  stray 

rom    the  \»<      /,v,,!,,;,;'  !'"' 3^^^^#-     others. 

They    all               f^ffift'i^     J  ^J&^T\  liked     to 

run  off  and                   WPW||^<     J^v^fW^  scratch     in 

the    dirt;                   ^1      Fjj1™   /  '  but  when 

their  moth-  er  called 
Cluck!    cluck!    cluck!    very  fast,  how  they  would    scamper,  all    but 

Chippy!     He  was  never  in  a  hurry.     In  vain    Biddy  scolded    him. 

She  told  him  that  hawks  were  fond  of  chickens,  and  were  always 
ready  to  pounce  upon  stray  ones ;  the  safe  place  was  near  his 
mother;  stiH  he  did  not  heed  her. 


CHIPPY    TOP-KNOT. 


One    fine    day    Mrs.    Biddy    took    her   chickens    down    by    the 

brook.  There  were  large  stones 
in  it,  so  they  easily  crossed  to 
the  other  side.  Then  she  led 
them  along  the  bank  until 
they  came  to  a"  large  field,  into 
which  Biddy  walked  with  them 
to  hunt  for  grasshoppers.  But 
Chippy  did  not  follow.      He  liked 


better  to  walk   in    the  soft,  warm  sand 
by  the   brook. 

"  I  don't  see  what  mother  is  in 
such  a  hurry  for.  I'll  just  stay  here 
and  play  a  little,"  said  he.  "  I  do  like 
to  make  tracks  in  the  soft  sand.  I 
don't  care  much  for  grasshoppers.  I'm 
not  afraid  of  hawks.     They  could  not  catch  me." 

Chippy  ran  up  and  down  by  the   side  of  the  brook  and  never 
Dnce  thought  how    far    behind    his    mamma   was    leaving    him.     A 


BAT-CHARLIE. 


hawk  pounced  upon  him,  and  would  have  carried  him  away  to  her 
nest  in  the  old  oak-tree  had  she  not  been  frightened.  By  some 
chance  Chippy  slipped  from  her  claws  and  fell  at  the  feet  of  little 
four-year-old  Hetty  Sexton,  who  was  picking  daisies  in  the  field. 
Very  gently  she  lifted  Chippy,  who  was  both  humbled  and  lamed. 
She  carried  him  in  her  apron  to  show  her  mamma,  —  "The  dear, 
little,  broken-winged  angel  chickie,  that  fell  from  the  sky." 

In  his  new  home  Chippy  was  so  kindly  cared  for  that  he 
was  soon  able  to  run  about  and  scratch  with  the  other  chicks. 
But  he  could  never  fly,  for  the  broken  wing  was  not  strong. 
Chippy,  though  he  never  saw  his  mother  again,  did  not  forget 
the  lesson  he  learned  by  his  disobedience. 


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BAY-CHARLIE. 


Grandpa  West  was  a  kind  old  man,  and  fond  of  animals. 
He  had  a  large  farm.  His  horses,  cows,  and  hens  were  all  well 
cared  for,  but  his  special  pet  was  a  large  bay  horse. 

One  day  there  was  company  to  dinner.  Bay-Charlie  happened  to 
be  mentioned  at  table.     Grandpa  told  two  or  three  stories  about  him. 

"  That  horse  must  be  very  knowing,"  said  one  of  the  party. 
"  I  should  like  to  see  him." 

"  You  shall,  sir,"  answered  the  old  gentleman,  pleased  with 
this  praise  of  his  favorite. 


BA2-CHARLIE. 


When  dinner  was  over,  but  while  the  family  and  guests  were 
still  gathered  around  the  table,  he  excused  himself  for  a  few 
minutes.  He  returned  directly,  followed  by  Bay-Charlie,  without 
halter  or  bridle,  without  corn  or  oats  to  lure  him.  His  master's 
voice  and  beckoning  hand  were  enough  for  the  faithful,  loving 
creature. 

Right   up   the  veranda   steps,  into    the   dining-room,  he   came. 


Around  the  table  he  followed  the  old  man,  stopping  when  he 
stopped.  From  one  visitor's  hand  he  took  an  apple ;  from 
another's  a  piece  of  bread,  a  pear,  a  lump  of  sugar.  His  beauti- 
ful eyes  were  shining,  and  his  ears  were  quivering  with  grateful 
pleasure. 

Then  he  followed  his  kind  master  out  again,  carefully  picking 
his  way  down  the  veranda  steps.  He  went  to  his  green  pasture 
and  rippling  brook,  pleased  with  his  visit 

This    is  true. 


A   TURKEY    FOR  ONE. 

Lura's  Uncle  Roy  is  in  Japan.  He  used  to  take  Christmas 
dinner  at  Lura's  home.  Now  he  only  could  write  her  papa  to  say 
a  box  of  gifts  had  been  sent,  and  one  was  for  his  little  girl. 


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The  little  girl  clapped  her  hands,  crying,  "O  mamma !  don't 
you  think  it  is  the  chain  and  locket  dear  uncle  said  he  would 
sometime  give  me  ?  " 


A     TURRET    FOR     ONE. 


"  No,"  replied  her  papa,  reading  on.  "  Your  uncle  says  it  is 
a  turkey  for  one." 

"  But  we  do  not  need  turkeys  from  Japan,"  remarked  the 
2ittle  daughter,  soberly. 

Her  papa  smiled  and  handed    the   open  letter  to  her  mamma. 


"Read  it  aloud,  every  bit,"  begged  Lura,  seeing  her  mamma 
was  smiling  too. 

But  her  mamma  folded  the  letter  and  said  nothing. 

On  Christmas  eve  the  box,  which  had  just  arrived,  was 
opened,  and  every  one.  in  the  house  was  made  glad  with  a 
present.  Lura's  was  a  papier-mache  turkey,  nearly  as  large  as  the 
one  brought  home  at  the  same  time  by  the  market-boy. 

Next  morning,  while  the  fowl  in  the  kitchen  was  being 
roasted,  Lura  placed  hers  before  a  window  and  watched  people 
aamire  it  as  they    pass^-      All    its    imitation    feathers,    and    even 


A     TURKEY    FOR     ONE. 


more  its  red  wattles,  seemed  to  wish  every  man  and  woman,  boy 
and  girl,  a  Merry  Christmas. 

Lura  had  not  spoken  of  the  jewelry  since  her  uncle's  letter 
was  read.  It  is  not  nice  for  one  who  receives  a  gift  to  wish  it 
was  different.     Lura  was  not  that  kind  of  a  child. 

When  dinner  was  nearly  over,  her  papa  said  to  her,  "  My 
dear,  you  have  had  as  much  of  my  turkey  as  you  wanted ;  if  you 
please,  I  will  now  try  some  of  yours." 

"  Mine  is  what  Uncle  Roy  calls  a  turkey  for  one,"  laughed 
Lura.  She  turned  in  her  chair  towards  where  her  bird  had  been 
strutting  on  the  window-sill,  and  added,  in  surprise,  "  Why,  what 
has  become  of  him  ?  " 

At  that  moment  the  servant  brought  in  a  huge  platter.  When 
room  had  been  made  for  it  on  the  table  it  was  set  down  in  front 
of  Lura's  papa,  and  on  the  dish  was  her  turkey. 

"Oh,  what  fun!"  gayly  exclaimed  the  child.  "Did  uncle  tell 
you  to  pretend  to  serve  it  ? " 

"  I  have  not  finished  what  he  directs  me  to  do,"  her  papa 
said,  with  a  flourish  of  the  carving-knife. 

"But,  papa — oh,  please!"  Her  hand  was  on  his  arm.  "You 
would  not  spoil  my  beautiful  bird  from  Japan  !  " 

A  hidden  spring  was  touched  with  the  point  of  the  knife. 
The  breast  opened,  and  disclosed  the  fowl  filled  with  choice  toys 
and  other  things.  The  first  taken  out  was  a  tiny  box;  inside 
wa?  a  gold  chain  and  locket;  the  locket  held  Uncle  Roy's  picture* 

It  was  a  turkey  for  one,  —  for  only  Uncle  Roy's  niece.  But 
all  the  family  shared  the  amusement. 


"BILLY'S    ROAD." 

Billy  was  not  a  boy,  but  a  pet  goat,  with  a  thousand  cun- 
ning ways.  He  followed  the  Laytor  children  everywhere,  even  to 
school.  When  the  scholars  were  called  in  he  would  lie  down  in 
the  sun,  or  crop  the  grass  that  grew  in  the  yard.  At  the  noon 
recess  he  came  to  the  children  for  his  dinner.  As  he  made  no 
trouble,  and  was  very  obedient,  the  teacher  did  not  object  to  his 
coming. 

The  road  to  school  lay  across  a  rickety  old  bridge,  that 
spanned  a  narrow  rushing  creek.  One  morning  when  they  came 
to  this  stream  they  found  the  old  bridge  torn  up  and  some  men 
working  at  a  new  one.  One  of  the  new  sleepers  was  already  down. 
As  it  made  a  very  safe  foot-bridge  they  started  to  walk  across  it, 
thinking,  of  course,  that  Billy  would  follow  them. 

Before  they  were  half-way  across  they  heard  Billy's  piteous 
bleat  behind  them.  There  he  stood,  his  fore  feet  on  the  sleeper, 
while  he  looked  doubtingly  down  at  the  swiftly  rushing  water. 
He  did  not  fear  to  walk  the  sleeper,  for  goats  are  very  sure- 
footed animals;  but  he  did  fear  very  much  the  noisy  waters  below. 

When  the  children  reached  the  ground  they  called  him 
aaxiously,  but  he  still  kept  up  his  pitiful  baa-a  and  his  steady 
gaee  at  the  water.     Mamie  took  from  her  lunch  basket  the  tidbits 


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BILLY'S    ROAD. 


of   -which    Billy    was    fond;    but    all    in  vain.     He    stood    still    and 
kept  up  his  mournful  bleating. 

Then  one  of  the  men  proposed  to  throw  him  in  the  water, 
laughing  at  the  children's  screams,  and  declaring  a  "  cold  bath 
would  be  good  for  him."  But  Clinton  came  dashing  across  the 
sleeper,  and,  taking  Billy  by  the  collar,  pushed  him  back  on  the 
ground ;  then  calling  "  Come,  Billy,"  he  was  off  on  a  swift  r»r 
through  the  bushes. 


'-«. 


;  •  «^™^~-~ 


".i  declare,"  said  the  man,  "if  that  boy  isn't  making  a  path 
for  the  goat  through  the  grubs,  clear  round  the  creek." 

Mamie  went  on  alone,  and  when  she  was  more  than  halt- 
way  to  school  Clinton  came  through  the  oak  bushes  out  upon 
the    road,  with    Billy    at    his    heels. 

The  new  sleepers  were  put  down,  but  the  bridge  was  left 
unfinished  all  summer.  Clinton  and  Billy  soon  had  quite  a  road 
trodden  around  the  creek,  for  the  naughty  goat  would  not  go 
alone.  Teams  passing  this  way  also  took  this  new  path,  aad 
people   called    it   "  Billy's    road." 


SCAMP'S    THANKSGIVING. 


To-day  was  Thanksgiving  day.  At  least  my  master  said  so. 
All  I  know  is,  that  Thanksgiving  means  a  big  dinner, —  every 
Thanksgiving  I  have  been  to,  and  I  am  right  old  now  for  a  pug- 
dog.  My  master  always  invites  lots  of  people  to  dinner,  and  such 
a  good  time  they  have! 

Yesterday  I  heard  my  master  say  there  was  going  to  be  a 
number  of  people  here  to  dinner,  so  I  thought  I  would  invite 
some  dog  friends  to  dinner,  too.  Pug-dogs  have  friends  as  well 
as  their  masters.  So  I  went  out  early  this  morning,  and  I  saw  a 
poor,  hungry-looking  dog  walking  up  the  street,  and  I  invited  him. 


SCAMP'S     THANKSGIVING. 


Then  I  met  a  cat,  and  I  invited  her.  Then  I  saw  a  bull-dog,  and 
I  invited  him;  and,  last  of  all,  I  thought  I  would  ask  my  mas- 
ter's brother  Alexis'  kitten.     They  all  said  they  would  come. 

Then  I  began  to  wonder  how  I  was  going  to  get  dinner  for 
them.  So  I  began  to  hunt  around.  I  went  into  the  kitchen  and 
saw  a  big  fat  turkey  on  the  table.  Just  then  Annie,  the  cook, 
went  out  of  the  room  ;  so  I  jumped  up  on  the  table  and  caught 
the  turkey  in  my  mouth.  I  was  just  about  to  jump  down  with 
it  when  Annie  came  back.  "You  scamp!"  she  cried;  "what  are 
you  doing?" 

I  dropped  the  turkey  and  started  to  run,  but  she  caught  me. 
"You  bad  dog!"  said  she;  "now  I  am  going  to  lock  you  up." 
She  took  me  to  the  cellar  and  put  me  in  the  coal-bin  and  locked  the 
door-  Here  I  have  been  all  day.  How  ashamed  I  shall  be  when 
I  get  out  and  see  all  the  guests  I  invited!  I  wonder  if  they  camp. 
I  don't  think  I  like  Thanksgiving. 


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